The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1887-12-15

posed she had left the city, more especially
as her husband had some thought Of do
ing so when they were married. But one
morning at the end Of that time she was
told there was woman in the kitchen
who wanted to see her. The woman was
wretchedly clad, thin, haggard and
scared looking. Could she be-yes, she
was Tiida.
Mrs. Loring was shocked. "Come into
the dining room," she said. ~ must see
you alone. I fear you are in great
trouble
Poor Tlda! Mrs. Loring's kind, famil
iar voice quite broke her down, and she
could do nothing but sit and sob. 1t was
evident, as she tottered from the kitchen,
that her strength was nearly spent, so
Mrs. Loring did not try to make her talk
until she had brought her little tea.
Then her story came out-the old one
which so many of us have heard; hus-
band given more and more to the vice of
drinking, and her life one of neglect, cruel
treatment and want. She had already
borne three children, tho youngest of
whom was not yet two weeks old, and
was huddled under her shawl, and all Of
them were starving.
Mrs. Loring, as usual, was equal to the
emergency. She telephoned for hack,
and while it was coming hastily prepared
bundle of immediate necessities, and
was soon with Tilda in the wretched place
she called home, where she saw the poor
creature back into her bed, and paid O
neighbor to see to her and the children till
she should be stronger; but the exposure
had been too great, and she died the next
week. On one of the last days in which
she had intervals Of consciousness she
beckoned to Mrs Loring, who had come
to see how she was, to the bed. "Nicho-
las come back in America, she said.
Mrs. Loring nodded assent. eyes; /
see him often, Tilda."
ssI hev see em on u street, tree year
ago." Tilda continued speaking with diff
fculty; s'em say noting, but EN- look, so
tink God lookin' at me!'
She had not spoken so much before for
many hours, and her voice died weakly
away. Mrs. Loring thought she was about
to lapse again into Inconsistencies, but
watching second she noticed voiceless
motion of the lips and IN anxious look in
the eyes, that showed that she was trying
to hold her wandering mind till strength
should come to speak again.
ssWould you like me to say something
to him, Tilda?" she asked, gently.
A look Of relief came to the poor pinched
face. ''Tal en-" she began, family
sstal em-ask emf Her mind was
slipping from her, and she seemed to
clutch for it until she should have I'm
ished; but her thoughts would no longer
shape themselves in English, or remember
mediating third party. 20 Kara van!
forlat mig, for jag har handlat lila, Gud
har straffat mig-och, forlat forlat mig, ''*
she whispered hoarsely. The last words
died in an almost inarticulate murmur,
and she passed again into On unconscious
state, from which she did not again rally.
Henrietta R. Eliot in Harper's Bazaar.
so friend, forgive me, for God has punished
my sin. Forgive Sforgive"- is a free transla:
ton though It fails to quite convey the spirit OF
her words, which seem to be spoken In D sort OF
dream, as though her spirit was in direct com.
munich with him to whom she spoke